Squidward Thighs Novels & Stories

I can’t help but needle. “I didn’t mean it—” The sentence kind of teeters over a ledge. “So what do I smell like then?” He turns stern and rigid, ignoring the question and striding ahead toward the wider of the two streams in a very business-like manner. He squats to let the water run over his hand. He’s doing a lot of squatting and crouching, and each time he does, his thigh muscles strain against his jeans and boxers, half-baked ideas fly around my brain—perching on his thigh and kissing him, straddling the thick, hard thigh and grinding.

The heat soaked into my sore muscles and the ache between my thighs started to ease almost immediately. "Oh god‚" I breathed‚ closing my eyes. "That's so good." "Good." I heard the rustle of fabric and opened my eyes. Thorne was pulling his sweatpants down. No underwear. Of course. He stepped out of them and stood there for a second and I let myself look because I'd earned that right at this point. Every line of his body was hard and defined‚ his abs tight‚ the V of his hips leading down to where his cock hung heavy between his thighs. Even soft‚ he was big enough to make me clench involuntarily.

I probably was insane, but I couldn't help what my eyes saw. ​My eyes trailed downwards involuntarily, and I was secretly disappointed to see that he was wearing some sort of specially made, thick elastic shorts. It made practical sense, of course, though I would never admit out loud to wishing I could catch a sneaky look at his junk in this form. ​His thighs and arms looked like unyielding trees that could easily crush anything they set out to crush. It was seriously intimidating.

Without another word, he simply walked into the bathroom, and had the decency to shut the door. “Gosh, he is so big!” I muttered to myself as my cheeks burned. It wasn’t just about Keith’s cock! Keith had broad shoulders and muscular arms. His neck was thick, and his back was firm, just as his stomach was. His waist was slim, and his thighs were thick, firm, and heavy. Keith Von Quavo was like those gods in the movies that were sexy as hell. And I understood why Jackie was obsessed with him and wanted him all to herself.

He didn't just reach out; he let his hand fall, heavy and possessive, onto my mid-thigh. The silk of my skirt was thin, but the compression leggings I wore beneath to hide my masculine leg hair were even thinner. His fingers didn't find the soft, yielding flesh of a sixty-year-old woman. They struck the rock-hard, conditioned quadriceps of a man who had spent a decade standing in professional kitchens and sprinting through the streets of New York. Lucien’s hand didn't pull away. It squeezed. His thumb traced the sharp, defined ridge of the muscle, a surprising density that no amount of padding could disguise.

Thalia POV After a couple of days, I was ready to go back to the pack house. Nyx already healed me, but my body still feels stiff and I know my hips are bigger now because my sweatpants feel a little snug. I was already curvy to begin with. Not in an overweight kind of way, but my body shape has always been an hour-glass shape. ‘It’s a thicker hourglass now mojito. I have to admit; I’m going to enjoy having my hands on you when you are completely recovered.’ Aiden said.

Hungrier. I peeled the hoodie off first, Underneath was just a thin t-shirt clinging to his ribs. I tugged that up and over his head. Arms limp. The shirt hit the floor. Then the jeans button popped, zipper down, I eased them off his hips. No boxers. Just bare skin. Cock soft against his thigh, not big, but pretty. Pink tip, smooth shaft, nest of auburn curls. Ass round and perfect, the kind you want to grab and never let go.

Thalia POV After a couple of days, I was ready to go back to the pack house. Nyx already healed me, but my body still feels stiff and I know my hips are bigger now because my sweatpants feel a little snug. I was already curvy to begin with. Not in an overweight kind of way, but my body shape has always been an hour-glass shape. ‘It’s a thicker hourglass now mojito. I have to admit; I’m going to enjoy having my hands on you when you are completely recovered.’ Aiden said.

Gripping my thighs Adrian pulls me towards him, his cock slipping from my hand. With a playful glint in his eyes, Adrian hovers above me, the tip of his cock teasingly brushing against my entrance. I squirm beneath him, aching for him to fill me completely. "Please, Adrian," I whimper, my voice betraying both impatience and longing. He chuckles lowly leaning forward, his breath hot against my ear. "Impatient, aren't we?" His voice is a sensual murmur, sending shivers down my spine. His hands glide over my thighs, spreading them wider, allowing him better access.

He wants me to choose his clothes for him. After that, Zavion casually discarded his towel to wear his boxers right in front of me. My eyes popped out in fascination. His appendage was considerably big even when limp, and his thighs. My mouth watered at the sight of his muscular thighs. Bristling with small curly hair, they were in perfect shape, absolutely manly. He turned around and I couldn't help but gawk at his rear. His round plumpy ass. I wouldn't mind getting a bite of those delicious cheeks.